Pictures, Finally!

Now that the holidays are over I feel it is safe to post pictures.

Pretty much my tradition is to give all the grandparents pictures. Every now and then they read this blog and although they can pretty much expect a picture I wanted the pictures to be a surprise.

A whole of lot explanation that you probably didn't need to hear.

Oh well!

Don't let my copyright fool you these pictures were taken by the talented Brock Able. If you live in the Weber/Davis/Salt Lake area check out his site here.

Here they are the four most beautiful, wonderful, children in the whole world. Said without any bias whatsoever. Thanks Brock, you're the best.

My Boys

My Girls

Possibly, my most favorite picture.

Oh, I mean this one.

No, this one!

Okay, this one is my favorite picture. Look they like each other.

This one made me laugh so hard. One day he is going to be a daddy and this is the look he is going to give boys who date his daughters.

Man, when did he get this big?

This one just made me think, "Dang! I'm in trouble."

Beautiful!

Again, thank you Brock!

Comments

Heather Bowles said…

I really like your pics. They turned out really nice. It makes me think it is probably about time we had some new pictures taken.

January 9, 2011 at 2:53 PM

Me, Myself and I said…

They look great!

January 9, 2011 at 3:59 PM

Angie said…

Where were these taken? Love em!

January 10, 2011 at 10:00 AM

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